The training had been going on for some time.
After struggling through the pain of the first few days, the warriors had adapted to this high-intensity training after more than half a month.
Annanu was delighted. He did not go easy on them and increased the training volume even further.
After all, they were people of the Age of Gods—their bodies were incredibly resilient.
And this time, the men in the army did not complain as they had before. They accepted the increased training load as if it were perfectly normal.
The reason for this change in attitude was naturally their first deployment—a deployment to protect this city.
Facing the disturbance caused by three Mushhushu, the army had wiped out the Demonic Beasts with almost no effort. They had paid the price of only one man being poisoned, and they quickly found medicinal herbs to cure him. It had not even delayed the next day's training.
They were certainly exhausted, but their strength seemed to have genuinely improved a little.
Though Mushhushu were not particularly powerful among Demonic Beasts, their venom was troublesome. Once the warriors realized the creatures intended to use poison, they swarmed them and chopped off their venomous tails. After that, the Demonic Beasts had nothing left but their powerful physiques—but—
No matter how strong your body was, could it compare to our battle-hardened flesh?
If this defense battle had to be summed up in one sentence, it would be this:
Ruslan had put Mushhushu meat in the pot for lunch.
This defense battle gave the warriors considerable confidence, and Adekate was no exception. Annanu had noticed that the time he spent sitting alone nearby, doubting himself with a face full of sorrow, had visibly decreased. Only—
After training, he often went to speak with Kaderki, the